row we shall be starved to death. Oh dear! wasn't you bad enough
when you threw all the money away, so you had to go an' do this just
when we was in awful trouble?"

Mr. Stubbs now looked up as if he had just been awakened by Toby's
grief, looked around him leisurely as if to see what could be the
matter, and then, apparently seeing for the first time the crumbs
that were lying around on the ground, took up some and examined them
intently.

"Now don't go to makin' believe that you don't know how they come
there," said Toby, showing anger toward his pet for the first time. "You
know it was you who did it, for there wasn't anyone else here, an' you
can't fool me by lookin' so surprised."

It seemed as if the monkey had come to the conclusion that his little
plan of ignorance wasn't the most perfect success, for he walked meekly
toward his young master, climbed up on his shoulder, and sat there
kissing his ear or looking down into his eyes, until the boy could
resist the mute appeal no longer, and took him into his arms and hugged
him closely as he said:

"It can't be helped now, I s'pose, an' we shall have to get along the
best way we can; but it was awful wicked of you, Mr. Stubbs, an I don't
know what we're goin' to do for something to eat."

While the destructive fit was on him the old monkey had not spared the
smallest bit' of food, but had picked everything into such minute shreds
that none of it could be gathered up, and everything was surely wasted.

While Toby sat bemoaning his fate and trying to make out what was to
be done for food, the darkness, which had just begun to gather when he
first awoke, now commenced to settle around, and he was obliged to seek
for some convenient place in which to spend the night before it became
so dark as to make the search impossible.

Owing to the fact that he had slept nearly the entire afternoon, and
also rendered wakeful by the loss he had just sustained, Toby lay awake
on the hard ground, with the monkey on his arm, hour after hour, until
all kinds of fancies came to him, and in every sound feared he heard
someone from the circus coming to capture him, or some wild beast intent
on picking his bones.

The cold sweat of fear stood out on his brow, and he hardly dared to
breathe, much more to speak, lest the sound of his voice should betray
his whereabouts and thus bring his enemies down upon him. The minutes
seemed like hours, and the hours like days, as he lay there,